Inspired by a mandatory history of philosophy course I had to take. It seemed that the first thing all philosophy students do on graduation is to rush out and rewrite their teacher's teachings. Yet another poem from my unpublished novels. Daryabar is the planet where they take place, and Father Moe is a pre-christian priest since Jesus doesn't arrive until volume 9 of the series.
THE PHILOSOPHY SONG
The first philosopher said it’s true
All flowers are none other than blue.
The second philosopher says they are green
As green as anything has ever been.
The third philosopher says you’re wrong
Flowers have all been purple all along.
The fourth philosopher, don’t you know?
Exclaimed all flowers are bright yellow.
The next states flowers are orange as orange can be
They are orange of course, why can’t you see?
The sixth claims it is brains you lack
If you can’t see all flowers are black.
The seventh after studying it all day
Points out that flowers are really gray.
The eighth insists that their heads
Are empty, all flowers are bright red.
The ninth declares they think with their tripes
If they can’t see that all flowers have stripes.
The tenth snidely says of brains they don’t have lots
Why can’t they see they are covered with dots?
Number eleven says intelligence they do not show
If they can’t see they are colored like a rainbow.
The twelfth one snorts I’m telling ya’ll
There are no such things as flowers at all.
No, no, I really must insist
That flowers just plain don’t exist.
Then Father Moe looked at the ground
And saw hundreds of flowers all around.
He praised God for his artistic taste
Creating beauty in ground going to waste.
They perfume the air with nice perfume
That drives away all of my gloom.
And with all the grass around, he said
It makes such a fragrant soft type bed.
So I will lie here and rest my head
And dream of your Heavenly Home instead.
For if you can make such beauty here on Deryabar
Why, Heaven must be better by far!
THE PHILOSOPHY SONG
The first philosopher said it’s true
All flowers are none other than blue.
The second philosopher says they are green
As green as anything has ever been.
The third philosopher says you’re wrong
Flowers have all been purple all along.
The fourth philosopher, don’t you know?
Exclaimed all flowers are bright yellow.
The next states flowers are orange as orange can be
They are orange of course, why can’t you see?
The sixth claims it is brains you lack
If you can’t see all flowers are black.
The seventh after studying it all day
Points out that flowers are really gray.
The eighth insists that their heads
Are empty, all flowers are bright red.
The ninth declares they think with their tripes
If they can’t see that all flowers have stripes.
The tenth snidely says of brains they don’t have lots
Why can’t they see they are covered with dots?
Number eleven says intelligence they do not show
If they can’t see they are colored like a rainbow.
The twelfth one snorts I’m telling ya’ll
There are no such things as flowers at all.
No, no, I really must insist
That flowers just plain don’t exist.
Then Father Moe looked at the ground
And saw hundreds of flowers all around.
He praised God for his artistic taste
Creating beauty in ground going to waste.
They perfume the air with nice perfume
That drives away all of my gloom.
And with all the grass around, he said
It makes such a fragrant soft type bed.
So I will lie here and rest my head
And dream of your Heavenly Home instead.
For if you can make such beauty here on Deryabar
Why, Heaven must be better by far!
